A/N: Hello again, everyone! Just like one step at a time, I'm takin' one day at a time.

For those who watch Criminal Minds: Evolution, so close to the season finale-it's gonna be wild!

Rossi told the team about his third hitchhike of a wedding to a Blackjack dealer named Krystall—with a K and two LL—but the story was put on hold for about ten minutes when he got a text message from Stephen Gideon, Jason's son.

Though Tara knew about Jason's legacy with the Bureau, the rest of the BAU members gave her the rundown about him and some of the cases he worked on before he abruptly retired due to him being emotionally and psychologically scarred by an unsub who went after and murdered his girlfriend.

"So, you guys haven't spoken to him in years?" asked Tara; the elevators pinged as they opened, and everyone got off and headed towards the bullpen.

"Yup," Morgan answered emphatically.

"Until he met his end with murder." Spencer remarked sadly. It's been months—eight months and seventeen days exactly since Gideon's murder. Still, it wasn't easy for any of the team members who had to work that case that day.

Rossi opened the door for everyone. "Luckily, I got the bastard into picking up his gun and ended up putting a bullet in him." Donnie Mallick—a name never to be forgotten. It was no secret that cop killers, especially those who have killed federal agents, would be treated like royalty in prison, and there was no one in the deepest abysses of hell that they were going to give him the smallest satisfaction of what he wanted.

When they got to the bullpen, they saw Stephen standing in the middle of the room with his fiancée, Adina, holding hands. "Stephen." Rossi was the first to address him and threw his arms around him.

Stephen sniffled and put his hands back in his wool field-style jacket. "I can see you got my message," he said.

"Is there something wrong?" Hotch asked.

Adina spoke up for him and had a small smile on her face. "He wanted to ask you all in person a very special question."

Stephen took a deep breath, writhing with his hands, and asked, "David…will you and Aaron be my best men?"

Hotch and Rossi's eyes widened and had a wandering gaze. "Really?"

"My dad always said you all were his family, so I want to include you all in the wedding…" Stephen shrugged his shoulders. "I know we sent out invites and all that, but I wanted to ask you two personally if you could. It'd be like having my father there in spirit."

Rossi stammered for a second, and his voice pitched up. "Oh, uh…o-of course."

"Absolutely," Hotch answered without hesitation. "We would be honored to be your best men."

Stephen bowed his head. "Thank you," he said, moving his head to face Spencer and Morgan. "My father spoke highly of you two, so would you two like to serve as my honorary groomsmen?"

"Sure," Morgan replied freely.

Spencer was more than happy to serve as his groomsman. "Yes."

The team spent the next ten to twenty minutes talking to Stephen and Adina about the wedding. Since it was going to be in spring, they had more than enough time to have everything sorted out. Rossi offered to pay for the wedding—whether it was the venues (he also offered his mansion to them), chapel, caterers, transportation, photographers, bachelor's party, etc. Adina gave him the numbers and email addresses of her bridesmaids and maids of honor so they could coordinate with them, including the wedding planner and consultant.

Now, Spencer was in the comfort of his own home. The kids and Opal were in bed, sleeping, and Spencer was in the safety of his and Élise's bedroom. He couldn't take his eyes off her—after she removed the kimono-styled dressing gown, she was attired in a white crossover nightie with black lace trimmings. The great stretch adapted to her baby bump, and the fuller skirt glided over her body delightfully.

"So, you're gonna serve as one of Stephen's groomsmen?" asked Élise as she strolled out of the bathroom.

Spencer buttoned up the top bottom of his dark purple pajama top and tousled his locks. "Yeah. I…said I was honored to be one. Too bad Gideon won't be there to be there for his son."

"Hey, he's going to be there in spirit, watching and smiling like Mufusa at the beginning of The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride." Élise smiled—for a sequel to the first movie, it was great.

"But if only he were here now," Spencer flung the sheets, hopped into the bed, and drew them back over him. "It just sucks he doesn't get to watch his son grow up. I know he wasn't there for Stephen so much growing up, but still…it would have been a nice gesture for him to experience seeing his son get married." He wriggled with his fingernails, had his head against the pillow, and stared at the ceiling.

Élise joined Spencer in bed after she tossed the comforters over her body and drew herself closer to him, throwing her arms around him. "I'm right here."

"Thanks." Élise's presence and soft touches were already making him feel better.

Spencer held Élise's free hand as the two quietly descended the staircase and paused in the middle of the foyer. "I haven't even been to Bogotá, and I'm already nervous."

"You and the little one inside your belly, just enjoy your trip." Spencer massaged Élise's shoulders before he angled her head down and kissed her forehead. "But not too much fun. And please, be careful, not just for you, but for me, baby number four, our kids, Opal, and family."

"I will," Élise smooched the back of Spencer's hand numerous times until they both heard a small, tentative knock on the front door before it was swung open. It was a youngish agent with dark blonde hair bluntly cut to her chin and attired in a black pantsuit. "Kiss the kids and Opal again for me, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too."

Élise sat seemingly relaxed in a white leather seat of the government Boeing 737 jet as it touched down at El Dorado International Airport. She was glued to her tablet for almost six hours, reviewing her Spanish and trolling through potential baby names. It'll be in 20 weeks until she and Spencer would know the gender of the baby. Through the window, even from the partly gray clouds and sunny air, the view of the largest Colombian city and capital of Bogotá was so vibrant and sprawling to new heights. It looked so green from its parks and hills ranging its borders.

After the flight attendant opened the hatch, Élise stood between her detail agents climbing down the staircase until she was personally greeted by the Colombian President (also the mayor of Bogotá) and Vice President, who welcomed her into their country and city for the first time. After the agents and bodyguard loaded the luggage and Élise got in the secret-armored black BMW, the driver stepped on the gas and drove off.

Élise sank down in the backseat and stared out the window. The Bogota streets were a fusion of the past and present, from modern, cobblestoned buildings to authentic colonial roof tiles.

The Sofitel Bogota Victoria Regia in the city's Financial District was a blend of modern and classic French style. Her Junior Suite offered her a view of the city from the iron terrace, a stunning marble bathroom, amenity kits from Hermès, and yoga kits.

"Mommy!"

Isaac flapped his hand excitedly to his mother over the encoded video chat on the tablet. Élise sat her body up in the super king-sized bed, the screen focusing on her waist, with her legs crossed. She had trays of room service dishes on the bed. Most of the food she had was veggie—and gluten-free friendly.

"Hey there!" Élise waved back and then took a bite of the chicken empanada. It was so good she wanted to order another helping. "How's everyone's doing?"

The tablet camera now focused on Séraphine. "I had a good time at tennis after school."

Then the camera went back to Isaac. "And we sang a song in Music Theory."

Élise gasped. "Did you kids have fun?"

"Uh-huh," said the kids before the tablet monitor focused on Spencer face-on.

"How are you enjoying Bogota so far?" he asked.

Élise finished chewing and swallowing the last empanada before she helped herself to some Perrier. "After I checked into my suite, the President invited me for a private chat in his office before we had our individual meeting tomorrow morning. I read up on etiquette and what to do and not to do."

"Don't worry too hard."

Élise made a burp after gulping the rest of her drink. "I won't."

"Uh-oh," Spencer said, covering his face with Alexander's blue blanket after he had finished changing his diaper. "What did I go, Lex? Huh? Huuuh?" Spencer lowered the blanket and revealed his face to him.

"Peek-a-boo!"

Spencer's face brightened when seeing Alexander's face lit up, and they giggled gurgly. He hoisted the baby into his arms and blew raspberries on his belly, making him giggle even more.

"You're growin' up, aren't you, little guy?" He kissed his forehead and caressed him as he sat down in the rocking chair. "Yeah, you certainly are."

Monday morning, Spencer and Élise were back at work, and Séraphine and Isaac were back at school. Élise was expected to return in the afternoon from her weekend in Colombia. As for Spencer and the BAU, a case involving a robbery/murder/arson at a diner in Las Vegas, New Mexico, needed their attention.

What made the case interesting was that it reminded them of a cold case from six years ago with the same MO and robbery/homicide/arson.

Ms. de la Cruz and Ms. Vargas had the toddlers stand to the side while they set up the children's desk tables with name cards. "Now, we're going to play a little game here."

"This activity will build up social skills," Ms. Vargas added as she placed cell phones on the tables. "We're going to play the phone game."

"You kids are gonna sit together and have a conversation with the person sitting across from you."

Ms. de la Cruz clapped twice. "Find your name and have fun!" She and Ms. Vargas watched the preschoolers scatter to find their name cards. Isaac found his tag and learned he would be sitting across from Charlotte.

Once they landed in Las Vegas, New Mexico, everyone got right to work. While Rossi talked to the father of one of the female victims from the cold case and the police chief and Tara reviewed a recording left by the female victim of the current case, Spencer and Morgan visited the medical examiner's office. After that was done, Spencer analyzed the similarities and differences between the two cases.

It made him and the team realize that one of the two unsubs was one of the unsubs from the original cold case.

Ms. Reyes laid out pictures of apples on the whiteboard and picked a student. "Séraphine, do you see any differences?"

"Uh-huh," she bobbed her head. "One is bigger than the other five, and two of them are green, and the other two are yellow."

Ms. Ortega snapped her fingers rhythmically. "¡Excelente, Séraphine! And what does green and yellow mean en español?"

"¡Verde! ¡Amarillo!" An overlap of high-voiced toddlers shouted.

Now, there was word of another murder in the town at a local pharmacy, but judging by the crime scene after Spencer, Morgan, and Rossi watched from the surveillance footage, only one of them committed the crime despite the big risk of staying in town. Rossi watched how Montoya left the crime scene to deal with the increasing media outside, and all three of them knew something was wrong with him. There was no doubt in any of their minds that he was feeling guilty for the murders in the community as well as the case from six years prior.

After delivering the profile to the police officers, Hotch and Tara hopped on a flight to Texas to talk to a potential suspect from the cold case. Morgan coordinated with the other local officers, and Rossi had a talk with Chief Montoya. Spencer needed a moment to himself. He slid into a small room in the corner, pulled his cell from his pocket, and dialed Élise's number. It rang until he heard the line picked up on the other side. "Hey, babe."

"Hey. I'm on my way to the Annual Attorney General Awards. How's the case?"

Spencer massaged his forehead. "It's a lot. To see these parents outlive their kids and knowing they were murdered in the brutal ways you can't imagine."

"I'm tellin' you, anyone laid a fingernail on Fee, Zig, Lex, and the baby inside me, it wouldn't just be their last day on Earth; hell would be located at the center of the Earth," said Élise. "In less than a week, we'll get to know the gender of Baby Number Four. I can't wait."

"Yeah, I can't wait, too. At least it'll give us some time to think of baby names because Baby Number Four would hate us if we give them that name." What Spencer said got him, and Élise chuckled before he looked over his shoulder via the blinds. "I better get goin'. I love you."

"I love you."

All Élise wanted to do after work was to relax, hug, and kiss her kids for the weekend to finally happen. Tomorrow, she would have another busy day: three events, including one with the President at the South Court Auditorium at the White House, then a day or two after Halloween, she's expected to be overseas for a week. Her first stop would be Kigali, Rwanda, for the Interpol General Assembly and then Rabat, Morocco, to deliver the closing speech at the Ministerial on International Cooperation.

Another case closed. After Police Chief Montoya got himself together for the day, he came back to work in a better state and used his connections to find something linking back to one of the unsubs.

That led to the unsubs and their deaths in a campground shootout. They all knew they wouldn't be taken alive or risk going back to jail, but at least now, there's closure in both cases, and the victims from six years can finally rest in peace now, knowing their deaths were avenged. Chief Montoya asked the team if they could stay for the funeral, and they did to pay their respects to the victims.